an angel with wet feet from the creek
where i saw you standing alone
humming not in a scary way but i'm
from california and afraid to be truly alone
so i said nothing and turned to go
but you spoke to me, asked
me my name and i stuttered at first but composed
myself, said 'ryan' then changed to 'hume,'
thinking it better, fuck gosling
(who wouldn't) and the sun shining
through your weird halo called me like a
batsignal and we stood quietly smiling as the
crickets chirped at dusk.
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